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For Bea LaMonica and Gillian Hastings 16,100 Words Beatrice did not wake up in Heaven. She lay flat on her back. The surface beneath her was hard as concrete, maybe bouncier, like those playgrounds made from recycled tires. Bitter crazy cold out, but she could not see her breath. “Dead,...

By C.S.E. Cooney Aquilo Vickery Makepeace, anatomy student, was looking for corpses when he found the undine. It was late morning and blustery. The lighthouse at the end of narrow-necked Point Judith had been destroyed by the gale two days ago, and there she was in the wreckage,...